Buffalo Dream, Bison Nightmares

Buffalo Dream, Bison Nightmares

No time to fart or fumble, on my belly with a beast that had tried to kill a man only the day before. Willard Sumption had a buffalo ranch a little south of Aberdeen in that rolling country east of the Missouri breaks. Willard had one bad eye from the time two of his...

Battle of Sugar Point – Wild Rice Shoot-Out

They were among the most peaceable Indians, the papers all said, but they had a grievance. This is the story of the Battle of Sugar Point. Wild rice.  It’s good alright, mighty good, cooked long and slow in moose broth, with maybe morel mushrooms and...
Panther: The Comeback Cat

Panther: The Comeback Cat

“If called by a panther, don’t anther,” said Ogden Nash, and wildlife professionals are heeding his advice…for better or worse. Randolph County, Missouri. Farm country. November 2012. 2:00 a.m. A no-nonsense, kick-ass, bread baking, stew...
Roosevelt and the Rough Riders

Roosevelt and the Rough Riders

Roosevelt’s cowboy cavalry, the Rough Riders, and their victory at the Battle of San Juan Hill made Roosevelt the most famous man in America in 1898. Back East, Theodore Roosevelt co-chaired a commission to beautify Niagara Falls and rooted out corruption from...
A Gift of Water and Wind

A Gift of Water and Wind

Three-fifths of the world is water and the wind courses over all of it. So when Pappy gave me that 10-foot bateau, he gave me the world. The first swell smacked the port quarter, sent green water clean over the wheelhouse. Aboard Maggie C, a 26-foot Maine Lobsterman,...
True to the Bird: An Oysterman’s Sporting Legacy

True to the Bird: An Oysterman’s Sporting Legacy

Oysterman and artist, Gilbert Maggioni, married late and had no children. He passed his legacy to two young men, William Rhett of Beaufort and Grainger McKoy of Sumter. Gilbert Maggioni was an ornery old cuss most people said. He cussed the weather and he cussed the...
Scents of Love

Scents of Love

A scent can conjure up emotions and even specific memories. In the brain, smell is the closest to memory; in the heart, the closest to love. She meditated. She would not eat the venison I brought her. She worshiped some Hindu holy man whose name I wish I could forget....
A Hurricane, a Double Gun and a Pilgrimage

A Hurricane, a Double Gun and a Pilgrimage

The hurricane roared through like a runaway train, like a Seaboard freight with a stuck throttle. Fifteen inches of rain in fifteen hours, wind a-hundred-plus-Jesus, tornados on the back side, it tore hell out of the piney ridges and swamp-ground hardwoods in between....